Poem………………

Invisible chains which bind, hampering body, soul, and mind.

Seeking the light, unable to fight, often wondering what’s right.

Etched with memories that drain, and at times multiply the pain.

The ebb and flow of the tide, always taking things in stride, it is impossible to find someone with whom to confide.

The summer heat saps my energy dry, unable to try, just left with long and empty sighs.

Silver and gold decorations on every Christmas tree, unable to flee the fake and phony misery.


Old wounds which never heal, unable to feel, a tarnished soul left to steal.

The relentless beat of the rhythmic drum, nothing left to stun, always on the run.

Seeking the light but unable to fight; it seems nothing ever seems to go right.

The invisible chains remain—nothing more to disdain; what remains is the old, familiar pain.